Page 30 of Sugar Daddies

His thumb part my folds. It’s possible to feel the clingy strings of juices break and snap back with little resistance. My clit is pulled taut and humiliated from being so roughly abused by Daddy’s finger. The hole is small again without anything to keep me stretched and filled.

Daddy always has to prepare me for his big cock. I can’t just simply take him when he knows that even though I’m made for him, it’s still a painful process.

A hot tongue runs up my slit and the ridges of the surface. It glides through the sensitive folds as I shudder. The rush of pleasure mocks the mortified blush on my face when I turn. I make eye contact with Daddy right away.

I don’t have the mind power to question why he is drinking alcohol in his short glass while his big, thick cock is on full display. All I can think about is the size of him. The vein pumped with running blood as his cock throbs in his hand while he sits down on the chair to the side.

It’s a funny experience; Mr. Stephan between my legs and eating my pussy like a man deprived of water in the desert, and Daddy in a chair fisting his beautifully massive cock with a drink in his other hand.

It’s so wrong, and I’m a bad girl for leaking more juices from my hole.

“N-no, Daddy. Don’t watch!” I sniffle pitifully, big eyes widening with untruthful feelings.

I want him to watch me and see the effect of my demise in the capable hands of a man three times my size, manhandling me and effortlessly rendering me into a writhing mess.

My endurance is not the best, but I try to not slam my thighs over Mr. Stephan’s head as he twirls a finger at my twitching hole.

Daddy has trained me to keep my thighs away from his head when he’s licking my pussy. He doesn’t want anything obstructing his right to my cunt as he said. I assume that Mr. Stephan doesn’t want that either so I try and try the best I can while losing a part of me to the lustful breathing in my ears.

He taps my hole softly, sucking my clit between his lips and teething at the sensitive nub and my body freezes in fear. He could hurt me, and I would be too weak to stop him, but the trust in me heightens when he licks a bruising swipe over the nub as a form of silent apology for being so rough when he slithers two seething fingers inside me.

I’m drunk off of the sting as he pushes his fingers apart, it’s coiling and rubbing with delightful shivers tumbling down to my toes.

Mr. Stephan selfishly devours my pussy, drinking up the sweetness that leaks through the breached hole.

His tongue joins in on my stretched opening, slurping my cream as it coats his slick muscle when he goes back to my clit. The tip of his tongue circles around my little nub as he purrs through his pleasing moans, the vibration rocks up to my nipples, and I slap my palms flat against the bed sheets.

They don’t stay pristine for long as my fingers slip them through the cracks and twist the fabric as a way to ground me from this pleasure. I squirm in his hold, writhing under his ministration that opens a door of feverish lust that wrecks the control of my voice.

“O-oh! Daddy, I—ah!” My back arches the moment he curls his fingers and the sharpness of his teeth graze the bundle of nerves.

He’s playing with the fire in my belly as the coil tightens like a spring, ready to break free from the winding of his teasing hands.

Mr. Stephan’s hands leave my thigh, and inside my tiny cunt, the heat of his mouth is released with the unforgiving coldness of the room. I tremble in soreness, and the ache remains strong as I shake my head; my hair snaps loudly in my ear as I continue to quiver.

“Please!” I beg with tears rolling down my temple, “No, Daddy, please. I need— I need you.”

He’s cruel when he pinches my nipple with his wet fingers. Daddy is even more brutal in his dismissal when his phone rings and he pick it up with his eyes stoically trailing down my body.

“This is your punishment, little princess,” Mr. Stephan growls in my ear, loud for me to hear but not for the person on the phone to know what goes on in this bedroom.

“You will not cum unless Max and I say so.”

I whimper quietly, “But, why?”

I already took my punishment; the red swelling of Daddy’s palm and the mental psyching of Mr. Stephan’s timeout took a lot out of me. I think I got what I deserved, so why are they so mean right now when they’re the ones who delivered their form of reprimand on me.

“We need to make sure you don’t make the same mistake again.”

I sniff as he kisses me on the lips. My slick mingles in our tongues, and it’s so dirty to know that I’m tasting myself on him.

“I won’t, I promise.”

He sneers, a gleam of his sharp canines reflects the whites of his teeth with a reminder that he is not a man but a devil.

“Forgive me for not taking your words for it. I know youwilldo it again, little princess.”

It’s the truth that I’m not willing to admit.

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